Our Judgements

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Those trendy jeans with adorned holes?
Or torn rags that embellish the kitchen chores?

That arrogant corn which reluctantly pops?
Or the heroic efforts that shot him to the top?

Those orotund adjectives which nobody reads?
Or the bland creation without those beads?

That ugly stare from the adjacent creep?
Or an unspoken desire of a weird sheep?

Those revengeful eyes that refuse to close?
Or the pangs of grief that withered up the rose?

That lady who lost her honor in yet another heinous act?
Or another gimmick with a calculated tact?

Judgement, eh?
Judgement is the need!
No one’s certain
Which way it should be.

‘Cause the light
It mostly accentuates one way.
While the other one
Like a mean shadow,
Thinks of itself as a
Self righteous day.

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The Night & The Moon

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When the night wakes up
From its deep slumber,
It’s elated about
The inevitable thunder.

Ready for the silent reckoning
Of the voyeurs of death,
The evil fangs shine
As if lovers just met.

But the grim reaper
To his utter dismay
Silences the army.
As the thrill is gone tonight!
‘Cause the moon is on tonight!!

Unhinged Dreams

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I was absent!

‘Cause the realist
Was explicable.
‘Cause the patterns
Were predictable.
And the end
Was inevitable.

Meanwhile, I was dreaming!

For the bizarre
Were absurdly humorous,
For the labyrinths
Were beautifully paradoxical,
And the end
Was just another tiny comma,

The Harbingers of Joy

Across the streams of livelihood
With silent wings by the side,
Slides the simple creature
Into the passage of time.

An accidental glance at the beholder’s plight,
Ends a spell of perennial drought.
And showers incessant droplets,
Completing the loop with another naught.

As the nature prides itself
With riches out of one’s way,
Oblivious is the harbinger,
Who is just drifting through another day.

On the other side of the mirror !

Couldn’t help! Had to reblog. One of the best poems I’ve read lately.
Do give it a read.

Also, visit her blog for some mesmerizing poetry.

Wings of Poesy

I see a shadow on the other side of the mirror.
I see in it the beatific innocence.
I see in it a paragon of virtue.
I see in it a curve of peace.
I see in it a radiant beauty.
I see in it a vanquisher of the dark.
I see in it a love so alluring.
I see in it an unraveling mystery.
I see in it a quizzical expression.
I see in it a savor of the fresh.
I see in it an untold tale.
I see in it a desire of life.
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I see in it a fear of death.

I see in it a world far, far more beautiful.
I see in it a heaven far, far more fascinating.

I see a shadow on the other side of the mirror.
Unknown of its appearance.
Unaware of its outset.
Its not my shadow self.
Not of any other individual.
But…

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